Every means of communication what is call languages are mysteries
I am a foreigner in an insulated capsule
I taste. I explore. I take samples to try and break loneliness
I'm learning. Maybe, one day, I will be truely able to write and talk.

jeudi 16 octobre 2008

A boat beneath a sunny sky

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A boat, beneath a sunny sky

Lingering onward dreamily

In an evening of July --



Children three that nestle near,

Eager eye and willing ear

Pleased a simple tale to hear --



Long has paled that sunny sky:

Echoes fade and memories die:

Autumn frosts have slain July.



Still she haunts me, phantomwise

Alice moving under skies

Never seen by waking eyes.



Children yet, the tale to hear,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Lovingly shall nestle near.



In a Wonderland they lie,

Dreaming as the days go by,

Dreaming as the summers die:



Ever drifting down the stream --

Lingering in the golden gleam --

Life what is it but a dream?



Lewis Carroll

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